Page 4 of Love Gamble

And I love him more than life.

How lucky he is, though, to have found someone who accepts him as he is. Bella loves everything about him. To her, he is perfect, and no one could ever tell her otherwise.

I only wish that I can one day find that in a partner as well.

“River, I’m starving. I skipped breakfast because I knew we were having a big lunch—I’ll see you when we get back,” she replies, amusement in her tone. “Not to mention I saw you this morning.”

They live together. Here, with me, at the clubhouse. Bella just went to run some errands, so she had been away and busy for the morning.

They kiss again, and then he steps away from the car, finally letting us leave.

“Goodbye to you too, brother,” I call out, and he laughs and waves. I catch Bella checking out his ass as she pulls out and wince. “Eyes back on the road.”

“What? I’m hungry,” she teases, and I shake my head at her. “Speaking of snacks, I’ve noticed that Damon has been around the Devils clubhouse a fair bit.”

I had noticed the same thing. It’s hard not to. It’s like I can sense when he’s around, but instead of Spidey sense, it’s my vagina calling out to him. Except I get no response back.

“He’s doing some stuff for Julianna,” I reply, looking out the window. “And since River isn’t trying to kill him anymore, I guess it’s safe for him to be around now.”

Probably because Damon no longer has any interest in me.

And to be honest, I’m done trying to read his mind. He knows where I am.

“I don’t think anyone who dates you will ever be completely safe,” she mutters under her breath.

“Well, then no one is safer than Damon,” I grumble back. He hasn’t made another move on me, and he’s a fucking biker. If they want something, they take it.

And there’s no taking going on here.

None at all, in fact.

I’m still a virgin.

And I’m not ashamed of that. I’ve been waiting for the right man to come along, but apparently he got lost on the way. Bastard must have my terrible sense of direction.

With a topic change about how hungry we are, the mood lightens and soon we arrive at the restaurant. I’ve been craving hot pot all week, and I’m so excited to be here.

“Why have I never been here before?” she asks, glancing around the tables. We take a seat and start ordering our selections on the device they hand us.

“It really is an experience,” I reply with a smile, ordering some beef, vegetables, prawns, and octopus. “Do you want the hot and spicy broth?”

She shakes her head. “No, I think I’ll have the laksa one.”

I order more things than we’ll likely finish, and we end up there for two and a half hours, chatting, laughing, and creating our heavenly hot pots. I realize as we’re heading home that it’s the first time in a while that I am not feeling anxious being outside of the clubhouse. I feel at peace and for once, not on edge.

When we return to the clubhouse, I’m undoing my seat belt when I hear Bella mutter, “Oh fuck.”

“What?” I ask, lifting my head up.

The first thing my eyes land on is Damon standing in the clubhouse parking lot.

But this time, he’s not alone.

No.

There’s a tall, blonde woman with him, a tight pair of jeans hugging her every curve. And she’s laughing and touching his shoulder. I suck in a sharp breath. “Who the fuck is that?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

“I think that’s the woman who is taking over our office space,” Bella replies, and I can feel her eyes on me. “I didn’t even know they knew each other.”

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